Jumpsuit…out

So, tonight I had an idea that I should probably try on the French Connection jumpsuit I had in mind to wear this Sunday. That way, I could get a feel for what type of look I wanted to go for.

I took the jumpsuit off the hanger, unzipped the zipper in the back, untied the bow around the waist and anxiously pulled it up. I zipped it up, and it stopped about half an inch before reaching the top. Hmmm… I thought, as I looked in the mirror and was unsure if I really liked it or not, but figured jewelry and shoes would make the outfit. I reached back to unzip the zipper…

and it got stuck.

I zipped it back up a bit, pulled it back down and it stopped at exactly the same spot. Great. I took the zipper up and back down again several times, and nothing. Here I am, all alone, stuck in a jumpsuit. There’s only one way out of this thing, so I knew this wasn’t good. It was all so funny, that I had to laugh about it.

About 15 minutes went by and then I heard my aunt at the door. I scramble down the stairs and between laughs, I yelled, “I’m stuck in my jumpsuit!” I don’t think I’ve ever said that sentence before, and hopefully I never say it again. After my aunt tried several (like 10) times to get the zipper unstuck, checking to see if there was material caught (there wasn’t) – I arrived at the only other option. Sigh…

With a sad rrrrrrip! I was free of the jumpsuit and with a better view of the problem, it seemed the zipper was actually coming unattached from the fabric, causing it to bunch and curl. Ridiculous.

All I can say now, is that I am sooo very glad I tried that jumpsuit on before Sunday. I would’ve been a very unhappy jumpsuiter as soon as I went to the ladies room.

All I can say is F.C.U.K… There used to be one on St Catherine St, the 5th Ave of Montreal, but I don’t see it there anymore. Would have been a great interpretative dance! Woman vs jumpsuit jumpsuit wins. You’ll come up with a far better fashion statement!